Carlitos Jesus

Flattening the pavement, enduring the bricks getting shitty pay, when the hell is this crap gonna stop. like beasts of burden breaking their backs getting mistreated, wondering how long we're gonna put up with it without exploding. I talked to Charlie Jesus on Lord Cochrane and Matta Avenue where things get tough and the olives dance with the cockroaches. Charlie Jesus the worker, car watcher, chocolate bread seller, hopeless. He told me the worst stories, stories of poverty and anger from those who give their best in life and only receive crumbs. look at my cracked hands, look at my wrinkled face, smell the hunger on me, it's the part of the country I got. and the poor stay so poor and the pay is so bad, trading our worn-out lives for blows on the back. those who promised to heal weren't from the middle class or the upper class, it was at our expense that they won the campaigns. and we're still down here under the harshest regime, powerless because our kicks will never reach your ass. dancing the waltz of oblivion on Matta Avenue the eternal forgotten ones of my mocking country, singing our sorrows, our sorrows in a bar on Matta Avenue. tomorrow they'll forget us, they'll abandon us again, they'll abandon us again. flattening the pavement breaking their backs getting mistreated Charlie how much longer.